#maskedbydarkness

[sanguinesacrament]

[ HAND ] from @maskedbydarkness ~ even though it’s more of a mask bonk to the hand because she did not take that thing off

kissing prompts

[ HAND ] : your muse kisses my muse’s hand.

“--Oh?”

They allowed their visitor to take their hand. Sanguis gave her a tilt of their head, and in the same inclination extended their hand toward her more as a gift. She make her request in gentleness, so in like manner they obliged. 

The contact of her mask to the top of their hand tickled on their bare skin. Their unoccupied hand touched their chest.

“Oh.” Sanguis blinked. “...Thank you. I’m glad to be graced with such delicate formalities.”

[sanguinesacrament]

In the Masked Lady’s books, there was nothing in here but a dusty old crypt. Which was fine for her; some time outside of the Castle would do her good, even without company. And yet, when she crawled out of the shadows into its halls, signs of life surrounded her. Unexpected, but not unusual, perhaps.

Adjusting her mask carefully, she started to tread lightly through the halls, keeping an eye out for the place’s potential host. She was an intruder now, after all.

[@maskedbydarkness / hi it’s me lmao]

@maskedbydarkness

They dusted their hands on their legs, sending up a cloud of white dust. A chalky haze whitened knees turned blue from kneeling to the stony floor. The chalk they got from the sea cliffs was apt for drawing on these floors--reliably dense, and made solid lines. 

The radiating lines of the Selenis crest emanated from a central circle on the floor. The circle left them a wide place to sit in the midst of the sprawling emblem in chalk. They needed yet other components, however, for a fulfilled meditation. Sanguis got to their feet and made from the room’s entry to the nearest halls. Braziers ignited at their approach. 

Sanguis paused. At times their mind made noises of nothing in the darkness, but they yet regarded even false sounds with caution and a careful tread. They continued, slower. A hum rose from them--in some parts self-soothing, and in another, as a gentle alert to their approach.

[fromcoretovoid]

A note from a familiar masked character, written in delicately crafted penmanship. "You owe me." (maskedbydarkness, post-current thread)

Oh.

Well.

This was embarrassing.

Nomad stuffs the note deep, deep into the goop making up the lower half of his body. How could he ever make something like what he did right again? How could he ever–

Not the time. He’ll think about it later. Right now, he’s trying to forget the note exists. There’s too much shame, there.

ITEMS:1x pocket watch1x beautiful bouquet of roses1x sauce-stained bowl1x note from a friend

[fromcoretovoid]

@maskedbydarkness

Another place. Another time. Another mysterious door in the Void, and another sigh from the forgotten scientist's mouth.

The door seemed at once familiar and not. He could hardly remember either way. Seeing so many things over his travels in the Void meant that returning to places he'd already been was incredibly uncommon, and the most he'd get from them was usually a sense of déjà vu at best.

It barely mattered, anyway, he reasoned. Most people could not see him, and if they could they could usually not understand him, and even if they could understand him they would inevitably forget him when he left. But the pieces he lost might linger behind that door--and with that knowledge firmly in mind, he turned the knob and walked through to whatever lay on the other side.

"☟☜☹☹⚐✍ ✌💣 ✋ ✌☹⚐☠☜✍"

"Hello? Am I alone?"

[xelconsumer-archive]

Sunset Rays (Closed RP)

maskedbydarkness

I love you...!

The last words she spoke, the last synthetic breath left her lips, the faint edges and familiar shadows of the face of her maker were her last flickers of view. Everything started to slow, darkness took her sight, her voice, her hearing, and finally, her thoughts.

And then she was falling. She didn't know how, but she felt the sensation. Like diving off the edge of a building, and then floating down to the bottom of some deep ocean. But she didn't feel wet at all--

THUD. Pain. Ow. That was pain. A whine, her helmet falling off her head and skittering towards who knows where, white hair spilling forth. Her senses slowly come back online, one by one, each bringing more questions than answers. What is this place? Why is there a tree growing indoors?

...Where was her father?

“...F-Father?”

Ray slowly drew herself up to her knees, looking up from where she fell. A...a window...in the sky??? That...that didn't make sense. Wasn't she indoors???

Arms clutching her scarlet cloak, wrapping around herself tightly as fear ebbed its way into her mind, icy blue eyes darting around this way and that. The machine crafted by human hands felt alone, and she didn't like feeling alone.

“...h-hello...?”

[musicale-dei-ricordi]

❀ ?

//Little girl really wanted to put some more amusement

[musicale-dei-ricordi]

Wings of Paradox (closed rp)

maskedbydarkness

The child never knew the consequences when meeting her other. She never expected anything to happen out of the dream world that could come here. Actually, if you exclude playing the piano, trees growing, and probably flying bunnies, but other worldly entities, similar to Deemo and such seemed impossible for them to come into the waking world.

It only hit her head when she was taking a stroll in the park, unfortunately, she was still young, but adults always question about her not having a guardian with her, but it couldn’t be helped. The sun shone gleaming with no threats of cloudy skies, nothing could harm the expression of amusement on the little girl, or so she thought.

Her gaze traveled around, the Cherry Blossoms, the benches, the luscious green grass, and a masked lady? The child couldn’t believe what met her eyes, that lady, clothed in white, right in her field of vision, didn’t seem to be something of normality. Curiosity piqued more than her caution, whether or not it may be wrong to do so, everything had an answer, Each question and decision would only get harder and dangerous. Nothing bad could happen, right?

Her steps went forward, slowly yet surely to the other. Nothing’s true, everything’s permitted, making her way to the figure, “How- just how are you here?” She croaked out, making sure she got the tiniest detail of the other, making sure it was who she thought it was.